6 121 2003-11-29 $Date$ NormanWalsh 2003Norman Walsh Los Angeles exists. I’ve seen it. I’ve driven along Sunset Blvd, crossed over Wilshire Blvd and Santa Monaca Blvd, I bet I’ve even been in 90210. #banner { background-image: url("images/rodeobanner.jpg"); color: black; } #banner a { color: black; border-bottom: 1px dotted black; } #search { color: black; } RussellCrowe I'd move to Los Angeles if Australia and New Zealand were swallowed up by a huge tidal wave, if there was bubonic plague in Europe and if the continent of Africa disappeared from some Martian attack. Los Angeles exists. I’ve seen it. I’ve driven along Sunset Blvd, crossed over Wilshire Blvd and Santa Monaca Blvd, I bet I’ve even been in 90210. I’ve seen the Beverley Hills sign and the Whiskey-A-Go-Go. I’ve passed through Bel Air and Brentwood and Pacific Palisades. I suppose I felt the same way about Broadway and 42nd Street the first time I saw them. And Trafalgar Square, too. I know I felt it when I stood on Hadrian’s Wall. But L.A. in particular seems magical right now. And I mean that in a good way. We’re out here for an exciting reason that seems a little unreal and magical too. But this is Hollywood, so a little drama seems appropriate. I’ll let the suspense build for a bit. That’s what a good director would do. A few observations: While I can attest that L.A. really exists, so did Randy Newman NewmanRandy and Cheryl CrowCrowCheryl . If you didn’t believe them, why would you believe me? If push came to shove, I don’t think I could prove I exist. If you stand on the shores of the Pacific Ocean and put your back to L.A., it’s quite possible to convince yourself that it doesn’t, in fact, exist.